Orgy of Gold

By Jeff White

An explicit book, for adults only.

Zoe and Claire like sex with men, they like sex with each other. They also like games involving urine: in public, in private, over each other, even drinking it. They especially like being caught using men's toilets. One nigh a rock concert, the next a pub crawl: wherever they went the men kept coming ...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jeff White
• Release date: Apr 26, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476022598

Jeff White

I am a middle-aged Englishman, ok a young 56-yr-old, who has spent many years serving refreshments to a largely sympathetic public; I've now stepped back from that, and am doing a bit of writing, both adult and otherwise, and offering assistance to prospective e-publishers, ie helping to format and upload ebooks.

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Adult Tales of Golden Girls

An Orgy of Gold

By

Jeff White

Published by Jeff White

Copyright © 2015 Jeff White

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This is a work of fiction; all characters are over the age of 18.

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First Touch

ZOE clicked on 'Accept.' They now had the tickets. Claire just said, And another thing, wear a skirt.

What?

Wear a skirt. Or a dress. Just don't wear trousers.

Why? Zoe was at a complete loss to understand her friend's sudden interest in the girlie look.

Trust me, you'll understand long before we get home.

***

They got to the stadium in plenty of time and staked out a place at the bar. Stadium? Ok, football was played there, but the San Siro it was not. A Victorian football ground, with facilities that were doubtless the best you could get at the time, but 113 years after the old Queen's death, it was showing its age. However their favourite band was playing there, on a spring night that was unseasonably warm, and Claire and Zoe were up for anything.

With fifteen minutes to go before the band was due to start up the girls needed to get rid of some of the beer they had drank. Taking their full pint glasses with them, they headed for the sign inviting 'Ladies' within. The queue was over five minutes even then, with people still arriving at the venue. When they got inside, the queue for the cubicles was almost as bad! Claire, a seasoned concert-goer, spotted an opportunity, and dragged Zoe into a vacant stall. We'd be barking to wait for two. We'll share. With that, she put her drink on top of the low-level cistern, pulled her skirt up, and straddled the toilet bowl.

Zoe was amazed to see that her friend had not bothered to wear underwear, and slightly shocked that Claire was pissing in front of her without a hint of embarrassment; the toilet seat was filthy, so Claire had chosen to stand above it, and Zoe watched fascinated as she drew her labia open and used her fingers to manipulate her vulva, so that she was controlling the direction of her vigorous flow of yellow pee. Zoe could even see the tiny hole it was gushing from. "How do you do that?"

I've been to this sort of place before, was all that Claire would say.

When Claire had finished, Zoe took her place over the ancient, shit-encrusted loo. She too did not want to let her milky-white buttocks touch it, but she lacked Claire's experience. She pulled her thong down to her ankles and lifted her skirt, but she could not get a position that worked for her. Clair had picked up her glass and was sipping her beer as she watched her friend struggling, but then she took pity. Or took over. She reached down and eased Zoe's thong off her, dropping it into her friend's handbag. It's often best to wear as little as possible, she murmured. Then, she reached behind the other girl and unbuttoned the skirt. Naked from the waist down, Zoe could manoeuvre herself better now, but she was suddenly embarrassed about her friend seeing her bare genitals. She was, for one thing, acutely aware that while Claire had obviously been recently waxed, her own pubes were looking decidedly bedraggled!

Even more shocking to Zoe, though, was that Claire then reached down and put her hands either side of her pussy. Zoe had never touched, or been touched by, another woman, and she knew that Claire was as hetero as she was herself, but suddenly Claire was apparently helping herself to Zoe's cunt! Before she could object, though, Claire said, Just let it start. I'll direct it.

Fortunately for Zoe, her desperation for a piss was greater than her embarrassment. A trickle came from her tiny urethra, and before it could become a flood, Claire had moved her cunt-flesh enough that it was splashing straight down and into the toilet bowl below, where it mixed with Claire's own golden offering. Claire let her friend finish, then she knelt and very quickly drew her tongue between Zoe's inner cunt-lips, licking the last drop of the acrid piss from her friend's pussy. Sorry, it's just that there isn't any tissue, and you'll want to be clean, she explained.

They went then to find their seats. On the way, Zoe realized that her friend's cunt also had not been wiped, and wondered if she was expected to perform the same service next time?

The Concert

THE GIG was good. The bars stayed open throughout, but the girls didn't want to miss too much music, and in the first half they only went out once for more beer. Then came the intermission, and time to clear out some of the beer already drunk. They headed for the Ladies toilet, only to find a queue stretching almost to the street. Claire said, I guessed as much. They always give the men more space than the women. This is why we're wearing skirts, though.

Zoe was mystified as Claire grabbed her hand and pulled her away. She was even more puzzled when it seemed to her that her friend was leading her straight to a door marked 'Gents' We can't go in there! she gasped.

Why not? Claire wanted to know. Is there a queue?

Zoe had to admit that there was not.

And is it a toilet?

Undoubtedly it was.

So we use it. Just do what I do. The boys will be far to busy trying to see our pussies to bother trying to throw us out.

A bit worried that she might be about to do something illegal, and quite embarrassed about what she was about to do, Zoe wanted to object more, but her desperate need for a pee made her go along with her friend. She thought that at least they would be hidden in a private cubicle. But of course, she had never been in a male loo before! They walked in; there was a line of urinals, shiny white, most of them being used; near the middle of the row were two together that were not; Claire said, Those'll do. Just do what I do. She marched over to the shiny white stall, moved up really close to one, and lifted her skirt to her waist. She looked round to see that Zoe had followed her and was watching her closely, mouth wide in shock. Just try not to look at the blokes. It makes it look like you're shopping.

Zoe gasped again and concentrated on lifting her own skirt up. She was aware that although her friend had told her not to look at the